I don’t mind the cold; cold, schmold

I don't mind the snow, either; snow, schmow. But I'm a walker and I hate the ice. Ice makes everything miserable. Ice; bad.

It's 50º at O'Hare this morning, says the Chicago radio. Here where I am there's a warmish (high 40's) day that's been hanging out there one day ahead of us in the forecasts for a week. The weather app, today, says tomorrow. I say, maybe May.

But would be so nice, wouldn't it, to get some of this slippery stuff melted off I'll keep rooting for tomorrow as long as it takes.

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